Rating: Very NC17!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, products or articles
mentioned in this story and gain no monetary profit from it.
Willow and Buffy are feeling guilty about their fake gift and are concerned
they haven't heard from Xander in days. When they check on him, they
find him with Spike. In shock, they decide to do a real spell to give their
friend his hearts desire, hoping he will dump Spike.
Warning: This story is a pointless, spornographic bit of fantasy, fluff and
sex. The author does NOT endorse the bizarre sexual techniques or
situations this story contains. (O.k., some of them are......never mind)
As always, full credit to the talented Petxnd who puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.
Although not yet ready to panic, Spike was starting to become slightly
concerned. He knew instinctively that there was enough reality in this
bizarre situation that a sunrise, even here in the land of Xander's Oz, would
fry the fur from his feline fanny and turn the vampire to dust.
Whatever his feminine lover had in mind as a way to get them home,
he better kick it into action soon.
"I know, Spike, I can sense it too. If only I could run faster. I'm sure we
are close, but I am so slow on these stupid little girl feet."
Immediately, Spike's eyes lit up. 'FEET' Of course! That was the answer.
With no hesitation, Spike threw his head back and let out a lion's roar that
left no doubt as to who the king of this jungle was. He then dropped all
four paws to the ground, his tail swishing madly and his main bristling
around his face like a frame.
"Climb on, Love. Hurry. Let's go!"
Quickly, Xander threw a slim, Dorothy leg over and settled on the lion's
back. Her legs clamped around the thick, powerful body and the soft
fur rubbed wonderfully against Xander's naked crotch. She grabbed handfuls
of coarse hair on the sides of his neck and she leaned forward.
"I'm ready! GO!"
And he did. Crashing through the trees, leaping fallen branches and
dodging pit holes, Spike raced at breakneck speeds Xander could never
have hoped to keep up with on his own. But Spike did it easily.
Whether it was the demon or the lion, Xander knew Spike's keen eyesight
was able to detect, and avoid, any dangers along the path.
He dodged the fallen house off to the left of the brick path as easily as he
sidestepped the tree tossing huge, rock hard apples at the right.
He never even slowed or spoke when the edge of the enchanted forest
abruptly ended and they found themselves racing through a field of poppies
toward the distant gates of a giant city wall.
Smelling the opiate in the air, Spike simply stopped breathing and ran even
faster. Remembering the danger the real Dorothy faced in the field, Xander
buried his face deeply into the lions fur and inhaled through the safe filter of
his lover's fur. Unable to see ahead, Xander kept his head down and put
all his faith and trust in his companion.
Within minutes, the lion's pace suddenly slowed and then, jerked to a stop
nearly causing the human to tumble off. Looking up, Xander was, at first,
thrilled to see where there were.
The Emerald City!
It was everything he imagined it would be. The huge wall of the compound
rose at least a hundred feet into the night sky, sparkling in the moonlight
as though the exterior were coated in green diamonds.
Xander immediately slid down, steading her bare feet back on the solid
"Look, Spike, it's magnificent! He must be a wonderful Wizard to live in
such an amazing palace and I just know he will help us get home."
Spike growled low in his lion's throat as he looked all around. Several things
about this set up worried him. It seemed like Xander was getting far to
absorbed into his Dorothy persona for Spike's comfort and this tall steel
wall did NOT appear welcoming.
Spike strained to hear. He tipped his head to the side and his furry ears
perked. There should be sounds of civilization. Voices, animals, machinery.....
But instead, there was only a shroud of dead silence that covered the entire area.
"Come on. Hurry, Spike. We're here."
Before Spike could stop him, Xander had rushed forward, up the steep
steps to the towering set of double doors. Without hesitation, Spike
charged after him ready to throw himself between his human and any
danger that could appear if those doors opened.
As it happened, he needn't have worried. When Xander raised his tiny fist
to knock, he instead tore a paper off the front where it had been posted.
Spike could tell by the look on his lover's face that it was bad news.
"Xan? What is it? What does it say?"
Xander tossed an errant pig tail back over his shoulder and held the notice
up for Spike to see.
"It's an eviction notice, Spike. It says that due to the bank failure and the
delinquent mortgage payments, the Wizard was foreclosed on. Oz is
no more. It has been locked down. There is no one here to tell us how
to get home. Oh, God, Spike, we are stuck here!"
Suddenly, Dorothy's feminine hormones kicked in and she burst into tears.
Spike was horrified. He had seen Buffy act this way and he knew that PMS was
a more deadly weapon than even the sharpest stake. His eyes darted around
wildly looking for an escape, but something stopped him.
This was not Bimbo Buffy the moody maniac, this was Xander. His Xander.
His love. And Xander was scared, hurting, and disappointed. Spike gave
up all thought of abandonment and hurried to Xander's side, putting a paw around
him, pulled him close and kissed him gently.
"Don't worry, Love. We will figure this out. If the sunrise beats us, we will
find shelter and wait it out. I promise, Pet, that I will get you back home safely."
Xander gasp and sniffled back his runny nose. Overwhelmed with gratitude
and love, he threw his arms around the thick, furry neck and kissed his lion
deeply, giggling at the ticklish whiskers. Before long, the kiss turned from
sweet and appreciative to heated and horny. When Spike tasted the
difference, he tried to pry them apart.
"Wait, Xan, maybe we shouldn't. Look at me, Love, I'm a bit of an animal.
It would be, I don't know, maybe, wrong?"
Xander laughed and wiped the last of the tears from his cheeks.
"I don't care what shape you are in, you are still my Spike. That's right,
I said MY Spike. I don't know how this will end but I don't think the girls
would have put me in a situation that I could not get out of and since you
are with me, you can protect me till I do."
Spike nodded. So far, he was in agreement and both the soul and the
demon howled with joy at the possessiveness in Xander's voice. He wished
desperately that they were back home. He wanted, no, he needed to have
the consort discussion with his lover but he wouldn't do it here. Not with
all the distractions that faced them.
Spike wanted wine and roses and bubble baths before they talked. Even
realizing that the human might reject the permanence of such a commitment,
Spike couldn't wait to try.
Xander snapped his fingers in the lion's face.
"You in there? What are you thinking about?"
Spike's mind returned to the here and now and his cat eyes focused on the
man/girl in front of him. Tossing his head around, he growled then let out
a roar that echoed through the forest behind them. He dipped low and began
slinking slowly forward, his tail swishing and snapping like a bullwhip as he
closed in on his prey.
Xander's eyes grew huge and he giggled in his best little girl's voice.
"Oh no! Eeek! The big bad lion is going to eat me up! Help! Help!"
Spike dropped into a crouch and snarled.
"There is no escape. I have you now my pretty. You and your little pussy."